Eyes Outside

At times when I feel blue
I gaze outside, hoping for something new.
I'm not looking at cars
Or people walking by.
I'm searching for hope
To let me get by.
I stare at the birds
Extending wings to fly
And the trees that change
As we leave each season behind.
The stability while writing
When I'm staring outside,
Is one that I find
Soothes my mind.
I spend hours
With my eyes to the sky
There are times I sit
By the window and cry.
Perhaps there's an answer
I'm searching for
But there's something
About it, that I adore.